Apr 24, 2011
My Dearest Son,
Today is Easter Sunday and it is also your Birthday. Happy Birthday to you!
Today you are thirty two years of age. I remember the moments of the greatest day of my life. For on that day you were born and I held you in my arms and I peered into your eyes and I asked you who was in there. The power of the memory of it brings tears to my eyes on this very day.
I have done a visualization drawing while I was filled with the sound renderings of Yusuf (aka Cat Stevens), a powerful voice from my youth whose songs sustain me now, through his new album “An Other Cup” which is inspired by his Muslim faith.
I have included a picture of my father who is your grandfather taken when his parents lived for a time in Livingston, Montana. His father had come from Tennessee and his mother had come from Strum, Wisconsin. His parents had most likely met when Ira was traveling with the Northern Pacific railroad and met Lydia at some social occasion of her working as a school teacher in Belgrade, Montana. They got married and moved for a while with the railroad and they finally settled in Laurel, Montana.